"I'd rather be lonely, I'd rather be free, I'm as sure as the moon rolls around the sea...That I could be happy."
Thank you Jenny Lewis. I love your words and your beautiful voice. You always find words that slice into me and fit in a perfectly poignant way.
I've never felt particularly strong. But upon reflection, at least today, I feel like a warrior/champion/soldier of fortitude. I'm always ending up alone. We all do. The tired old saying, "We die alone" is simple fact.
But more importantly, we live alone. I don't care if a person is married and thriving. They are alone inside their heads. We all have to deal with the ugly sad parts of ourselves that others never see. We are all alone. We will always be alone.
Making "love" is not a fusion of spirit and mind and soul, just flesh. Feel free to have an opinion about this. Feel free to say, "Our divine souls conjoin in our marriage bed, we experience a mental mind fuck as well, and we are joined as one being."
In my earnest and frank opinion, this is a crockery of bullshit.
Let's just be honest.
I'm not trying to say that love is fictional.
Still, not one person can know another person completely.
We can love the parts that we get to see.
Tolerate the parts that we see and don't love so much.
But the human brain, that grey mass floating around in each person's skull, is impenetrable.
Obviously it doesn't help when the person won't say a goddamned complete sentence about the situation.
Well, as I said earlier, I feel strong today. I am made of wonderful. So I can persist. And you know what?
I think I'm going to embark on a love affair with me.
Thank you Jenny Lewis. I love your words and your beautiful voice. You always find words that slice into me and fit in a perfectly poignant way.
I've never felt particularly strong. But upon reflection, at least today, I feel like a warrior/champion/soldier of fortitude. I'm always ending up alone. We all do. The tired old saying, "We die alone" is simple fact.
But more importantly, we live alone. I don't care if a person is married and thriving. They are alone inside their heads. We all have to deal with the ugly sad parts of ourselves that others never see. We are all alone. We will always be alone.
Making "love" is not a fusion of spirit and mind and soul, just flesh. Feel free to have an opinion about this. Feel free to say, "Our divine souls conjoin in our marriage bed, we experience a mental mind fuck as well, and we are joined as one being."
In my earnest and frank opinion, this is a crockery of bullshit.
Let's just be honest.
I'm not trying to say that love is fictional.
Still, not one person can know another person completely.
We can love the parts that we get to see.
Tolerate the parts that we see and don't love so much.
But the human brain, that grey mass floating around in each person's skull, is impenetrable.
Obviously it doesn't help when the person won't say a goddamned complete sentence about the situation.
Well, as I said earlier, I feel strong today. I am made of wonderful. So I can persist. And you know what?
I think I'm going to embark on a love affair with me.
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